Juvenile - Rock ice
Tekst :
When it comes down to stuntin , I pull it all
When it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin hot girls, I pull em all
When it come to rockin ice, B.G. rock it all
Sport diamonds like I tote a tech
Baby tote a fo nickel like he wrappin gifts
Try to stay cool so I don t melt the diamonds round my neck
I keep bustas in suspense of what I mma do next, gotta respect
I ain t out to please a bitch
She could get on her knees
I m tryin to get rich
I m shined out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
Never I play, you know I m bout murderin
I ain t gotta say it
You don t cross me, I don t cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look, I m iced out
[Big Tymers]
1 - I rock ice (lil daddy)
Everytime I step
I rock ice (lil momma)
Cuz I love the rep
I rock ice (whole world)
Cuz I m doin my thang
I rock ice
Bling bling, bling bling
[Turk]
My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin ,
Hot Boy wit so much money, I don t know how to spend it
Don t you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
Carry nothin but faces, never quarters and pennies
I started at nothin , look at me now, I m iced out
Police think I m doin wrong, but nope, I m right now
It s cuz I m Black, huh, that you ridin my back
Paper on everything I have, so how you love that
They don t wanna see me ballin , wanna see me fallin
Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin
I floss but get dirty too
My Roley cost, try to take it and I ll murder you
Ya say I stun too much
I can t help it, I be with baby
The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,
Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that ll hit ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne]
It s Cash Money youngest nigga
Right around ten figgas
That s what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh) perkin
Money is my purpose
Whatever I purchase
Oh, could you do better?
Rollin with the bezel
Who that be, that s Wayne,
Look at his gold chain,
Sometimes I wear grey,
White diamonds, pear shaped,
My jewelry just pure awful
And I can t stop thuggin , it s just in my culture
It s a must, everyday I mma shine, black
You wan meet me?
You just might need contacts
Cuz I m the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in a Jag with the top low
Throwin hundreds, but it s cool, cuz I got more
Me and my niggas, we stunt like there s no tomorrow
Big Tymers, Hot Boys
Nigga CMR, nigga CMR
Repeat 1
[Juvenile]
Now you boys now them 4 99 s I got expired
All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
I m lookin for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
You lookin at this Roley I got, don t you adire,
The way a nigga lay a stunt
Braggin bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
But it ain t over, I m about to go to Disneyland
Yo, you fuckin deaf now, ya understand?
What if my baby momma s ride by, lookin good
I gave em both a hundred G s to get them out the hood
My momma gettin chauffeured like a movie star
She don t know a damn thing about drivin a car
I m rimmed up
Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth
And all this luxury shit I got in my house
I done sold a million records and I m still goin
Don t ask about my watch and my chain, it s still gone
Repeat 1
Juvenile - Lil boyz
Tekst :
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don t know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don t wanna do nothin but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain t ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain t ready to be sleepin with nothin but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain t gon be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn t have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don t even respect your momma
You lil boyz don t even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it s a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you re still in your teens
[chorus [Lil Wayne]]
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can t let it slide cause these lil boyz ain t right
Somebody gon die tonight when we ride tonight
I ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You re outta line if you re playin with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon meet tha devil
Lil boyz don t know they playin with rainy weather
Fuckin with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
[chorus [Lil Wayne]]
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha cut, it s bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
Look
[Mannie Fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had 99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it s mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y all s friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song cause y all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won t take y all off y all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it s plenty
You lil boyz tell y all baby-momma I m back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil Wayne]
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
Cause I m about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I m strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain t nothin nice around here, stupid
Keep playin , you won t see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin .. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit em where it.. hurts
I ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It s Lil Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don t think you can hang, nigga, slow down
[Chorus [Lil Wayne]]
Look, look,
Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There s no remorse now
Bout to explode rounds
[Lil Wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin , in tha court, it s bout ta go down
What
Juvenile - Welcome 2 the nolia
Tekst :
It s world war III where I ma be with 2 stars
better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos
I mean, me myself, i just don t wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain t never been fucked over
I m bout to change that, send that boy to THA NOLIA
Put a pistol in his face, make em empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin, he gon know after we cock it
And come to the PJ s, if you wanna score something
Get my peeps laid cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain t to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I m gettin processed with a red band
[CHORUS [Juvenile]]
We release with amminition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
[Turk]
Solja s be camoflaugin
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin
YOu get chopped realla, at any timein
Cuz in THAT NOLIA they play tha game raw
No more beats closin shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don t think you re ready for these niggaz
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where I m from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum
Playinin it raw with dope
That s how we play it, duckin Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain t nothin nice
Spin corners in broad light, can t move stiff like ice
Get killed if the price on yo face, me & Juve burn with case, from the scene
with fled
Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz
[CHORUS [Juvenile]]
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
NO vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain t gotta explain to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
[Turk]
Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch
Catch em down bad, and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em know this young nigga, ain t to be fucked wit
2 time I m comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split
When I release, aimin straight for your top
Non stop hollin purse nigga, you gon drop
THA MAGNOLIA chest opena , glock toatera , block soakera
Down for a murdera
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up nigga
Represent that uptown
[JUVENILE]
Fuckin wit theze real boyz, I ma kill ya
You don t want me hot at you, you know I ma GORILLA
I ve been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs
Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks (reeboks) in tha mud
Don t make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don t make me come down there and blow one of you bitches
[CHORUS Juvenile]]
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up
[CHORUS [Juvenile]]
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site...
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site...